The nature is being destroyed for our obsession of beauty was metaphorically expressed with dripping dark oil on animal skins. Some of the visitors have said that they couldn’t bare my painting because the dark liquid oil in my painting looked too eerie.

I believe that the modern ceremony of purification is explosion. Naturally active volcano can be studied, expected and be prepared for but blasts by humans can’t be predicted anymore. Explosions are intended and calculated but blasts are unpredictable.

It’s not like they would create a mock up to reenact the situation or shoot an advertisement of it but they find mission in having the power of delivering shocking images of tragedy under the name of “scandalous”.

Artists are not some sort of inventor who is constantly looking for something new to release a new product, but a person whose effort is to avoid what other people have done already. In other words artist’s instinct isn’t for looking for something new but avoiding reproduction is.

The old ladies in my paintings are grandmothers around us and are mothers of all of us. I paint them in Victorian accessories and dressed in queen’s outfit as to put them in good mood to smile and have good time thinking of the saying ‘Fine feathers make fine birds’.